London Ninja

Apparently camels spit and snort at you and generally don’t like people. I can’t wait for it! This Friday we leave for Marrakech, Morocco. It will be the first time to Africa and I’m fully expecting it to shock my system one way or another…at the very least on the way out of my system.

Now, we’ve been travelling all over Europe but this one’s different. It’s Africa. It’s a Muslim country that doesn’t drink yet has an underground nightlife for tourists. There are bombings. There are dead mules in the streets. This is Morocco. Our plan is to head into town for a couple of days then travel to the Saharan desert to ride a camel into the desert and sleep under the stars. No joke.

We’re prepared for the harrassment and people speaking Japanese to us (the Japanese have ruined travel for all Oriental Asians by buying up all the Louis Vuitton bags in every other country. Damn you. We will hence be greeted with Moroccans with Dirhim signs in their eyes. There is a possibility I have to perform some ninja moves on some naive souls in Morocco. Just gotta do it.

Note: Mum, If I don’t blog within a week of this post, call the embassy and come after me. I was innocent!